Sand which?

They get off their pedestals and walk around at night.

Straying from the beaten tourist track can be quite rewarding. This afternoon a friend and I tramped the former south-east London docklands of Southwark, Rotherhithe and Surrey Quays.

It was a bleak and windy day, the perfect backdrop for these tragically peeling statues of an orphan girl and boy, standing over the entrance to a former charitable school for children of the poor. For sure, nothing says 'childhood' like a crumbling, hollow-eyed, 18th century, bible-clutching plaster effigy.

Then there was the gourmet hotspot of H's Café, "Where you KNOW you've had a sandwhich". And it probably is quite hard to forget that fact as you make your sixteenth visit of the evening to the big white telephone.

Another killer slogan for the collection.